Chapter 1459 It Can’t Be Real (1/2)

”You're familiar with using a sword?” Han Sen looked at the green-clothed woman in the painting.

”Seeing your sword skills, I understand enough.” The voice sounded from the stone again.

”If you would like to learn this, I can teach you.” Han Sen eyed the woman in the painting.

”I have already learned it,” the woman in the drawing said.

”You learned this skill by watching me?” Han Sen said, with an intonation that suggested he did not believe her.

The woman on the painting reverted back to silence, but Han Sen noticed that she started to move across the canvas of the painting.

The rock had become something like a television, and in the rainy scene depicted, the woman closed her umbrella. Then, she showcased Heart Sword to him, using the closed umbrella as a weapon.

Han Sen was frozen. She used Heart Sword perfectly, in a complete 1:1 recreation of his own performance of it. Her re-enactment of his talent with Heart Sword captured every emotion.

”Ah, but you're just copying what I did. That doesn't mean you've properly learned it.” Han Sen didn't look that surprised, though, when her showcase of the skillset came to a close.

Heart Sword was powerful because of one's faith and mind. It changed depending on the user. What the woman had done was copy Han Sen, and she seemed happy enough with that performance to declare it was something she had learned.

The woman in the painting was not Han Sen, though. She didn't have his personality. After seeing his Heart Sword once, and then being able to re-enact the performance with pinpoint accuracy, she had only displayed that she had an incredible knack for copying others and not much else.

”What's the difference?” the woman in the painting asked coldly.

Han Sen thought about the answer he could give, and then told her, ”It doesn't matter how well you copy someone, because at the end of the day, it isn't of your own doing. The path to learning Heart Sword depends on your actual heart. Right now, there's no element of you in the skill. Even if you can cast it, it doesn't mean you have actually learned it.”

”And what does learning it constitute?” the woman asked.

”If you can use your own faith to cast it; that is what constitutes learning it,” Han Sen explained.

The woman stopped talking, then. Han Sen waited for a response, and eventually asked a question of his own. She did not answer this, either. She had gone back to being a silent, motionless object.

”Does that mean only powerful skills can snare her attention?” Han Sen thought to himself.

As Han Sen was mulling this, someone entered the garden.

Han Sen was shocked. He had been there for half a month, and this was the first time a spirit had approached him. He thought it was a woman, due to the shape of her body, but he couldn't be one hundred percent certain. She was wearing a grey cloak that obscured her face.

”You are the new priest?” the spirit asked, looking right at Han Sen. Only her eyes could be seen, and they gleamed with a mean streak.